exile, baby
exile, baby..........exile, baby
I'm looking for who made me
looking for who saved me
looking for dinner with candle light
what time...yuh might be coming home
baby what time...yuh might be coming home
don't leave no keys out for me
when I'm happy I'll come home
I'm at 315 Bowery.....and when I'm all punked out
I'll come home
exile, baby..........exile, baby
looking for who made me
looking for who shaved me
looking for love on a Saturday night
exile, baby..........exile, baby
looking for who made me
looking for who mailed me
looking for freedom without a light
come home.....look ah have room for you now (2)
you disappear from my very eyes
you disappear and I don't know why
you disappear and now I'm home alone